I sat, perched upon a lone hill, watching the slowly setting sun as it kissed over the horizon. Something inside me was churning... Boiling through my veins, imbuing me with an unsettling rage. It bothered me, and yet thrilled me at the same time. My heart began to thunder in my ears as the shadows lengthened across the land beneath me, and my vision began to fade with a familiar sensation of falling drawing me away from myself.

Blackness consumed me. I drifted, lost in a void of roiling rage and insatiable hunger. Distant howls echoed around me, and somehow within my endless dreamscape, I felt connected to something powerful and ageless. Minutes, hours, days ticked by, drawing me closer and closer to the source of this connection as if I were tethered to it. To them.

With a piercing roar of rage, I woke, but I wasn't awake. I lurked within the center of a vicious pack of wolves, watching their restless pacing around me. I felt as one with them, yet separate, terrified, and awed all at once. They were hungry. Absolutely starved for a hunt. I wanted them to feed, but I prayed they held enough control and connection with me, to avoid those I cared about. Alas, I was not so lucky, for the first person they found was someone most dear to me. I screamed, soundlessly, for them to stop, but their instinct overpowered their connection with me, and they tore into him.

As he fell, I shared in the horror of their triumph, and the blood on my tongue was intoxicating. Or was it the wolves? It's hard to tell, even now, where that line blurred between myself and my pack. I tagged along, following them as they chased for more prey, shredding one innocent after another apart. Each new kill only strengthened my bond with them, and it became a craving, I hungered as much as they did. The thrill of the hunt drove me further, hoping for just one more... Just one more kill. One more feast.

Before I knew it, dawn woke and my pack, bellies full, left me where they found me. I sat up with a start, heart pounding. That was such a powerful dream, and I knew I'd seek it out again this evening, but I was so tired. Slowly, I made my way to find a spot to sleep properly, fascinated by the tang of blood that still lingered on my tongue.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Aeguary, in the year 843 AF.